A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. Her question is met with him leaning in close, a breathy laugh that she can both hear and feel as her eyes close when his lips find her forehead. She settles, comfortably against him, and when he speaks only then do her eyes open – catching his own and every ounce of meaning behind them. “I won’t.” She hums to him, a small feline smirk crossing her face. That settled that, at least, and if she thought about it more – she’d absolutely be able to get used to this. She’d been alone for so long, after all. But when his thumb strokes her jaw and he draws the blankets over them, she nestles in against him to rest her head along his shoulder, one arm draped languidly over his chest, drawing a leg over his own and tangling herself up with him, waiting for exhaustion to take her away to sleep finally at peace for once. - FIN <3 the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.